I don’t hate you; that’s just my hard face.
That face, smudged with abysmal thoughts, tangled feelings and fear; louder than any words I could come conjure up.
My hard face, such a menace, etched deeply with lines of age, pain, worry, trauma.
Here babe, let me show you my soft face.
The one which is vibrant with love, kindness, empathy and…read more